Careless

Chapter Twenty Eight

"Scott"
I whisper, shutting my eyes as Scott pecks down my cheek, heading lower and lower, my hands placed on his shoulders firmly.

"Are you sure?"
Scott asks between the pecks and I know he doesn't care. I slept with him for the first time just a few days ago and now he thinks he can get it whenever he wants. But whatever.. I need a distraction. So its a win win.

"Yeah"
I simply say, sighing as I try to relax a bit, Scott softly biting my bottom lip once before going lower.

He places wet kisses on my neck, shivers going down my spine. Closing my eyes at this moment helps me block out the lights but my mind is having a hard time blocking him out, Harry.

I let out a soft moan as Scott sucks on my sweet spot, his hands caressing my back gently.

After a few minutes of just simply leaving wet kisses on my face and neck, Scott attempt to unzip the back of my shirt.

I fight the urge to stop him.. I try as hard as possible but I fail almost immediately, seeing that it's impossible for me.

"Stop, please"
I beg, pushing him away, leaving him clueless and confused, searching for my phone with my eyes.

"What's wrong? Did I hurt you? I'm sor-"
He intends to continue, his hand pulling at my arm as I try to walk away as fast as possible.

"I need to go.. Sorry"
I feel tears form in my eyes and I immediately turn around, avoiding eye contact with Scott. The first thing I do is grab my belongings and head to the door.

"Ariana"
Scott loudly says.. Not like a yell but not a whisper either. I decide to ignore it as I feel a warm tear roll down my dry cheek, me turning the door knob to get the hell out of this place.

Harry.. Harry is the only thing messing with my head and I'm afraid to say I'm losing this war with my own thoughts.

Running out and towards the main entrance, I see darkness.. Quiet and dark. I let out loud sobs, seeing that the halls are absolutely empty. Pushing open the doors, I remember the time I ran to Harry. That's what brought all of this upon us.. Or at least me.

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I run out of my car, storming into the building as I wait to go up the elevator, tears flooding my cheeks. My heart is beating out of my chest for no reason and I have a terrible headache.

Once I'm in and out of the compact object, I rush to my dorm, my sweaty hands making the keys slip off but I pick it up and quickly unlock the door, sighing loudly as I enter.

Shutting the door behind me, I slid down the door and fall to my knees as tears uncontrollably roll down my completely wet cheeks.

I had another break down while coming back to my dorm, in my car. I swear, if the streets weren't isolated, I probably would've had a accident by now.

Loudly sobbing and crying, I cover my face, avoiding seeing all of my packed things. Leaving this place without talking to Harry is terrible. Absolutely terrible.

Feeling weak and numb, I force myself to crawl to my bed.. With only a pillow and blanket thrown on it and I stuff my head under the pillow, curling up into a ball under my blanket as I cry myself to sleep. Even the thought of sleeping beside Harry makes me feel depressed and abandoned.